Happy Women’s History Month! Since I wasn’t great at updating this blog last year, my goal is to write at least 2 posts this month related to activism and my identity as a woman. This one is the first in series.
When I lived in New Jersey, my place was about a 5-minute walk from a train station. I’d walk the busy path almost everyday, along with many people coming home from New York. Occasionally, I’d get a cat call – from men driving by. By the time I realize that it was directed at me, they’d been long gone. Continue reading

One day I was on the NYC subway, and an advertisement for a local college caught my attention. It showed stories of individuals who turned around their lives through education. With personal photos and short phrases, it conveyed some inspiring stories. And at the bottom of the ad, it said:
One day, I was walking by the Union Square in New York, when a young man approached me with a tablet in his hand. He said he worked for a nonprofit organization and wanted to share his story. Because I was not in a hurry, I stopped and listened.
